Mars was unusually bright tonight. The red planet's position had been causing quite a stir amongst the centaurs. This was a planet of war, and although that wasn't its only meaning, that was the one most of the astrologists interpreted. With Voldemort growing more powerful, how could anyone think otherwise? Mars was simply predicting the inevitable.
There were a few, such as Bane and Ronan, who insisted that it might even have more importance than that. Perhaps it was to mean a change in the war. Someone born under this planet. A child who could alter the war's path…
But Firenze disagreed. Mars was bright. There was no denying it. He looked up at the golden pinpricks setting patterns to read, and noticed a brighter, more obvious celestial object. A prick of green fire that had been burning more brightly this Halloween night than he'd ever seen it in his life. And he couldn't help but wonder if this was more significant. Its position in relation to Mars could very well imply that someone under this star was to make the final choice in the end.
And so, the centaur stood alone, stargazing, and hoping that the one ruled by this star, by Sirius, would continue to burn brightly.
Because Firenze could see only darkness ahead, and the world may very well need his light.
Author's note: Set a few days after Sirius is taken by Voldemort. Thanks for reading. Please review!